He walked slowly past the roasted chicken, drooling and heartbroken, turning his head back every three steps, slower than a turtle. He simply couldn't bear to leave; the roasted chicken smelled too good, getting a few extra whiffs wasn't a wasted trip...
Da Zhuang's eyes were filled with silent complaint. Master Lian had filled half the meal box and then ran off to look at clothes, assigning a namesake once he had finished. Da Zhuang had been left holding the meal box by himself, and no matter how strong he was, his hands were getting sore.
Lian Hua chuckled awkwardly, "Oh, Xiao Linzi, come give Da Zhuang a hand with that."
Oh dear, she had completely forgotten how heavy the meal box was.
Xiao Linzi came to his senses with a start, "Oh," as he had also forgotten, having been distracted by Brother Xiao Ji's new clothes. He hurried over to lift one side for Da Zhuang.
Da Zhuang immediately felt much lighter.
